Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from the UAE and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.